Poem by Henry Van Dyke

Undine

’T was far away and long ago,
When I was but a dreaming boy,
This fairy tale of love and woe
Entranced my heart with tearful joy;
And while with white Undine I wept,
Your spirit, -- ah, how strange it seems, --
Was cradled in some star, and slept,
Unconscious of her coming dreams.

1. Stars and the Soul
2. A Prayer for a Mother’s Birthday
3. Sea-Gulls of Manhattan
4. Two Schools
5. Wordsworth

Print

1767 Views

Last Poems

To Russian version